Bedouin Women
Apr 30, 08
- (by Martha Woodroof)
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The above image is from bedouinweaving.com.
Just finished the first draft of a story on a Charlottesville, Virginia, woman who is helping Negev Bedouin Women market their traditional, hand-woven rugs in this country–and not as a money-making endeavor for herself.
Political realities forced the Bedouin to end their traditional nomadic life in the middle of the last century. The Negev Bedouin’s settled in villages and towns as the poorest of the poor. The men took factory jobs, but the women–once integral to herding, harvesting, weaving, and home-keeping were left without anything useful to do or any way to make money.
Prue Thorner, the…
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Apr 30, 08
5 commentsThe above image is from bedouinweaving.com.
Just finished the first draft of a story on a Charlottesville, Virginia, woman who is helping Negev Bedouin Women market their traditional, hand-woven rugs in this country–and not as a money-making endeavor for herself.
Political realities forced the Bedouin to end their traditional nomadic life in the middle of the last century. The Negev Bedouin’s settled in villages and towns as the poorest of the poor. The men took factory jobs, but the women–once integral to herding, harvesting, weaving, and home-keeping were left without anything useful to do or any way to make money.
Prue Thorner, the…
read more

















Grace is a real trickster. When we’re least expecting it, it comes pouring down on us like hot fudge on a soup bowl full of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream (my personal favorite). The warmth of its flow is just the right temperature, softening the delicious, but still frozen form below to a perfect blend of cool and smooth, so that the body can experience pure ecstasy when spoon and tongue meet. Last Sunday Grace delivered such a Sundae (pun intended) to me and the experience still lingers as if the bowl is still half full.
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